Birthday Irony
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personal
Through the consistent and heavy breaths taken in agony of my hospital roommate seldom only broken by the occasional moan, I try to maintain positivity on this, the dawn of my 34th birthday, 12:15 a.m.. Trying to avoid the pain of empathy for my curtain-hidden partner is how I'll spend the remainder of these dark hours. My heart chose to remind me of mortality yesterday, so today I wait for information, misinformation, or none of the above.
Childhood ends when your secret, immature wants are no longer met. At this age, It's certainly unreasonable to expect a phone call or text message at 12 midnight on your birthday.
I'll reserve my optimistic viewpoints for later today. I'm confident I'll have plenty for which to be grateful.
